Weight Watching with Mr. B

So you know how people always say it’s easier to lose weight when your significant other is on board with you? Yeah, I used to think so too.

Then Mr. B joined Weight Watchers.

Now, for those not familiar with the plan, this sounds awesome, right? Granted, I urged him to do this. He needs to lose weight and I thought it would be easier for both of us to do together.

I had been on for almost two months and he could see the changes in my body for himself. After losing only five pounds, I was back in an old wardrobe (granted, I’m working out). He decided to sign up.

Insult One: He gets 53 points per day. I get 29.

What’s the big deal, you ask? Well, that means his DINNER = ALL MY DAILY POINTS. Yeah. So I come home at the end of the day with anywhere from 4-10 points left, depending on how stressful it’s been. I cobble together dinner from cauliflower and salad, and he’s ingesting an entire family size bag of fried rice after eating vegetables for lunch and a Larabar for breakfast. “This is awesome!” he says, munching through his giant bowl of rice. “mmhmm,” I reply, eating an entire bag of frozen cauliflower that’s been made into mashed faux-tatoes so I can make myself a half-size cocktail and not break the point bank.

Insult Two: Activity points. Dear God.

I go to the gym anywhere from 2-6 times a week depending on how I feel and how busy I am at work. This is about to increase drastically as I get off work for two months and prepare to take a road trip. 30 minutes on the elliptical = 2 activity points for me. This equals 9 for Mr. B.

Mr. B loves golf. Playing 18 holes while carrying his golf bag nets him almost my entire day’s point allotment.

Insult Three: Men drop weight like Tijuana crack whores. This is not news, I realize.

I lost 2.5 pounds my first week on plan, 2 the following week, then another pound, then another pound, and have since been gaining and losing the same two pounds (no fault of WW, just my own desire for sugar and liquor) every other week.

Mr. B lost nine pounds the very first week. “This is so easy!” he said, fondling a six-serving Cadbury Dairy Milk bar. “Did you know I can eat half of a pint of Ben and Jerry’s Cinnamon Roll without even dipping into my weekly points? I wonder what I can eat with these last thirty points today?”

For those of you wondering, he is still alive. (And yes, dropping weight like my relatives and I drop final consonants.)

Yes, I’m glad he’s doing this. Yes, I know I’m lucky to have a man who is supportive of my health efforts.

Still, shit gets annoying sometimes. :)

2 Responses

  1. Melly says:

    Yeah. I’ve often heard it’s better to have a WW buddy who’s also a female.

  2. TheBitsch says:

    Mercifully, I do have a couple of long-distance female WW buddies. I just happen to have this male one in my house all the time. Hehe.

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